الكلمات الأصلية
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Listen to my vicious rants of jealous rage
And glory chants of better days,
You trace your name, onto my back,
We can't go back, we can't go back,
Please just sit down, we're getting like a thousand stares,
And please just sit anywhere we have like a thousand chairs,
I'm cradling my mind I have like a thousand cares,
Let's get out of here and go over there
I'm tired of you, believing me,
When we're nothing, but strips of meat, shaped into limbs,
How do we live?
On smoking power and faking shit.
Please just sit down, we're getting like a thousand stares,
And please just sit anywhere we have like a thousand chairs,
I'm cradling my mind I have like a thousand cares,
Let's get out of here and go over there
The phone is hot,
We fight a lot, will we get caught, probably not,
Why do we live, let's get out of here, let's get out of here
I'm not your friend anymore
